Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.